Mine was only so-so - about twenty trick-or-treaters at our house. But, all made some attempt at a costume, and all or nearly all said “Thank you” politely. Except the stunned three-year old in the pink bunny costume who has not apparently mastered the drill, and stared at me blankly when I answered the door. She got her candy, and her mother said “thank you” for her. So we have multiple pounds of leftover candy - whatever shall I do?
It was stressful for Leet the Wonder Dog[sup]TM[/sup], who is horrified by the scary costumes, and who has also decided he is afraid of Halloween decorations (“A lighted skeleton! Inflatable lawn decorations! Panic time! WOOFWOOFWOOF!”). I spent some time training him that, when the doorbell rings, he is supposed to not bark, and run and wait on the landing at the top of the stairs. He mastered about half of that - he runs to the landing, but barks from there. Which does nothing for the ambience.
Doorbell rings 'WOOFWOOFWOOF!" Leet runs to the landing.
Grandpa opens the door and confronts the ToT-ers “Happy Halloween!”
WOOFWOOFWOOF!
Me: “Shut up, for heaven’s sake.”
WOOFWOOFWOOF!
ToT-ers: “Trick or treat!”
WOOFWOOFWOOF!
Me: “Here you go! Nice costume!”
WOOFWOOFWOOF!
ToT-ers: “Thank you!”
WOOFWOOFWOOF!
Me: “Shut up, for heaven’s sake.”
ToT-ers scamper off to my neighbor’s house
Me: “He doesn’t do Halloween - you might want to avoid him”.
WOOFWOOFWOOF!
Me: “Shut up, for heaven’s sake.”
Lather, rinse, repeat.
Most of the tricksters were from a trailer full that apparently got shipped into our suburb for the occasion.
Regards,
Shodan